, 1887-11-29
AN INDIAN STORY.

Tint li& II Le ready to kill in a cort-
DE q weeks more. said the old settler.
as he and little Peieg stood by tho sty
looking at the fat gruntcr eating his ever
ing mC2i. He's fit enough TO Kill now
fer that matter, fer he's ez fat rs Il ra.l
bar, an durn nigh cH big. l only wish
he were y bar, Pcla;. ~Jeewhizz! Mebbe
| wouldn't bounce inter that pen mor
I "oIhim! I'd show We u rassC sonny. an
giyc ~ an idce how | usty slet the wind
otf2u LIARS wen I took it inter my lead
- bother with Fem | g~c1er'ly had CIR
lIil out cold, ii | felt that way. fore
they had time to claw. mly wish that
slloat were al oil he bar, Peleg. o's [
could git in that pen an show yc one o.
the lcctle reecryations l usty hcv d,irin'
play spells wen l were a boy"
lcirs gazed at the pig. He was silent
and seemed lost in reflection. BY and by
he said:
"Grandpop, l wish you'd tell me, as
near as you can figure 'em up, how many
hears you ever tackled and got the best
of. | don't mean the woods full and
woods full that you've shot, but the bears
that you've just walked up to and ketched
by tho neck and shut their wind right off,
Ur tlnuul,ed 'en into conniption fits be-
fore they knew they were hurt
Gosh, sonny!' exclaimed the old set
tier, after recovering from the surprise
releg's request had given him, eve don't
want me to spend "A hull evenin', and fill
both sides Of your slate a figgcrin', do
yc: can't 10 it, sonny, but arter yer
gran NANNY goes to the SEWN circle
this e%venin', over to the squire's, I'll tell
ye II nice Injin story that sumpin' called
t. my mind to-day. l think it'll please
yc.'
That was all satisfactory to Peleg, and
when they were left alone in the kitchen,
the Old Settler began:
''SWawlIce Hill, said he, sis one o.
the highest p'ints o. the Wolf Tongue
mountains. Ez We circle in to'ards the
Wolf Tongues goin' sou'west FIN Sugar
Swamp. ye kin see oil Squawkee raisin'
in front O ye right up inter the clouds
almost. We mowt think We could chuck
Il stun an hit oil Squawkee sqtiar in the
face, I'm the way he looks to We, an SO
yc could, pervidin' ye could chuck the
stun Il leetle matter o. nine miles or
better, fer the hill hain't an inch higher
to We TIM th't. The top o. Squawkee
Hill is SO hard to get to th't nobody was
ever thar, 'cept the few in~dyvidjuals
ez I'm gointer tell ye bout, an they was
al Injins. If ye sh'd ever climb that
hill, Pcleg, ye'd find th't jist fore ye got
to the top of it y'd come to a split in the
rock more'n fifty foot wide, an 50 deep
hit ye can't see the bottom of it. We
cant go around that big split, fer it
makes a sort o. half circle around the top
Of the hill, an its two End opens in the
,rz-t III. - a.. Ian . - II
west side bein' nothin' but u straight up
an down ledge. So the crown of old
Sqruwkee haih't much better'n an island
up in the clouds, an one hat We can't git
on to Mess ye brow a bridge 'crost the
gulley.
1.-The time I'm tellin' we bout, sonny,
tn was quite a bit O. woods on that
island. an 'mongst 'em some dead OIL
pines tht riz up like spooks, they was so
white an naked. They was the nestin'
places Of the biggest eagles th't ever
lived. an even to this day thur eagles
Jays mn sets an matches up thar on the
.top o Squawkee, an steals lambs N
chickens down below at the clearin's.
Ia thcm days. Pclcg, the Sugar Swamp
deaa'ric' want the home q civilization
i'r't it is today. Tn want no tavern
thar then, am the citizens was all Iniins
real red lnjins. They had n king, an
I'm all account th't has been handed
down about EN-, they must ha' ben a
.toraJle Jolly an comf'table congregation.
The king O them air lngins had a son
ut he thought "a hemp on, am he wanted
linn To marry a gal tl't were the darter
nf ore o. tie way up lnjins q the gang.
The gal didn't hev no objections. cz The
young Prince Gungle- jib-goggle-cye were
"a dandy, Int the young prince had n
GucIkin' notion arter another piece o.
savage %Calikcr, and his heart didn' thump
ngin his ribs Il durn bit fer the fust GAL
"Grandpop.' said little Peleg, as the
Old Settler filed his pipe, didn't young
Prince What-d' ye-call- him have an Eng
lish name
No, sonny replied the Old Settler.
English names would ha' gone about n
fur 'mongst them ~lnjuns ez a pint o rum
would at II Sugar Swamp barn raisin'.
The meanin' a Gungle- jib-goggle-eye's
name in English, though, Peleg, l kin
civ We. 1t meant Snatch-a-scalp-quick-
or n-u-houn'-pup-kin-lic k-a-skillet. / sh'G
ledge, 'cordin' to that, th't the young
prince want no SLOUGH. But all the
same he had to mind his pap. an about
the time my story opens tn were a heap
a. trouble on his mind. The gal he had
n hHnkeriu' fer want in society at all,
an they said th't She was act'ley so short
o clothes th't all the difference 'twixt
her weekday an her ~Sunday-go-to-
meetin' toggery were th't on Sunday she
trimmed her finger nails. But she were
potter Tim l. new blackboard painted red
an n shcepskin on the seat She were
the color of IA red hcifer in June, an had
II name that suited her to a dinktum.
She answered to Paw-paw-chink-a-pin
an If ye'd ha' called on her an asst fer
her in English I'd ha' inquired fer The
custard- pie-that-hain't got-no-flies-on-it.